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Frosted Reflections
by Christel CrewsPeering out the frosted glass, I sit
the wind singing against the window pane,
lingering in memories of loved ones who've past
and the lines dividing years seem to fade.
Remembrances of happier times
when there was hope in my life
and peace in my heart.
The rain seeks to wash away the strife.
Traditions lend a comforting arm
reaching for a place where I can begin
to release my heart, my emotions, my mind
from the empty hold of the captive within.
12/22/2003 Author's Note: dedicated to the loving memory of Papa Crews and Pop-pop Salyers... the holidays aren't the same without you...
Posted on 12/22/2003
Copyright © 2024 Christel Crews
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 12/28/03 at 05:17 AM this captures so much of what i've been feeling lately... seeking the comfort of tradition... of anything... |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 06/18/06 at 03:03 AM Hi Christel,
Beautiful, so loving. So for the lost of your grandpas. Loving thoughts of them. Lots of Hugs to ya. |
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